While I was thinking about what to right I was also watching the finale of The Walking Dead so i got an idea to do a zombie apocalyps in the part of california I am in. I first had the idea to do this big story with alot of action but i had to cut it down because i had to fit it in the time i had for the comic and the animtion. I wish i could of had more time and space to work on this project, i would be alot more proud and happy with my work.
San Francisco, April 23, 2023
A new disease broke out. Not much of a disease to the people of SF. They knew the real effect on people it was having. Bringing them blood dripping from the eyes, veins in their arms bulging out so far they would burst. They were turning uncontrollable. Not only for the doctors and police task force but also for the army.
(fast forward to the south side of SF) A man named John and his daughter were packing to leave. They had gotten the news from Johns wife that a patient had gained superhuman strength and lost all skin to almost the muscle….and was attacking the hospital. They didn't know if that would be the last time they heard from her.
They were planning on going to “mama’s” 3333 house in the hill side.
They didn't get far as their car had been blocked by 10’s of thousands of people having the same idea to flee the city now being closed off by the army. Bay bridge….blown up. Golden Gate Bridge...blown up. The roads otherwise leading out were all being blockaded. They had been trapped in they had no other option but to turn back and hope for the best.
As they arrived back home the they were greeted by the friend of the family with some news….the wife had been killed. John turned to comfort the daughter and looked into her crying eyes. He saw blood. He didn't want to tell her, so he did not. He brought her up stairs turned on some cartoons for her and called a friend.*phone lines down* beeeeeeeep he heard as he tried to dial. From the kitchen he heard a faint growling or snarling sound like a dog. As he turned the corner to see what had been making the sound he saw his daughter, eyes completely blanked, mouth foamed up, turning...looking at him.
He slowly turned, looking at the door letting a tear run down his face, then looking back. With one swift movement he jolted for the open door her keeping up also. John barley exited and slammed the house door on his daughter's life, knowing what he had done he ran to an ally and cried. He didn’t stay for long as he heard the havoc wreaking down the streets of the virus coming closer. He quickly picked up a bat he found and bolted. One of the infected caught up to him tackling John and knocking him away from the bat. After being stunned he looked to see what had happened...it was his daughter. He had to make the choice die, or survive.
As the bat lay on the ground surrounded with blood he walked away. Finding a bench in the center of surrounding buildings he was slowly being surrounded. He had thoughts rushing through his head, fear but happy, weakness but strength. He looked around for an escape seeing a hole in a fence a few yards away he ran. Running in between bodies of soldiers and bystanders he picked up a grande. John kept running but stopped at the entrance to the hole in the fence...pulled the pin.
And held on